Monday, January 12, 2015

Each year, Split This Rock sponsors a national poetry contest, which serves to raise the visibility and prestige of poetry of provocation and witness. Winning poems are published on Split This Rock's website and their authors receive free registration to Split This Rock's biennial festival. Additionally, the 1st-place winner reads the winning poem on the mainstage at the festival. This year, honorable mentions also receive a signed copy of Nude Descending an Empire, Sam Taylor’s newest book.

We're grateful to the contest judge, Natalie Diaz, and to all who entered poems in this, our 8th annual contest. The poems were all brave and necessary and poets' voices are more essential than ever. Thank you.

The 2015 Contest Judge

Natalie Diaz grew up in the Fort Mojave Indian Village in Needles, California, on the banks of the Colorado River. She is Mojave and an enrolled member of the Gila River Indian Community. After playing professional basketball in Europe and Asia for several years, she completed her MFA in poetry and fiction at Old Dominion University. She was awarded the Bread Loaf 2012 Louis Untermeyer Scholarship in Poetry, the 2012 Native Arts and Cultures Foundation Literature Fellowship, a 2012 Lannan Residency, as well as being awarded a 2012 Lannan Literary Fellowship. She won a Pushcart Prize in 2013. Her first book, When My Brother Was an Aztec, was published in June 2012, by Copper Canyon Press. She currently lives in Mohave Valley, Arizona, and directs a language revitalization program at Fort Mojave, her home reservation. There she works and teaches with the last Elder speakers of the Mojave language.

Judge's Comments

It was a lucky thing
for me to judge this year’s contest. First, I enjoyed reading the poems and
hearing the brave voices of the poets who built them. Second, I admire the
unflinching work of Split This Rock and Sarah Browning and Company.

What I admired about
the poem, “Letter From the Water at Guantanamo Bay” is the poet’s choice to
continue looking at something that some of us have already begun looking away
from—by that, I mean that often we stay away from subjects that “have already
been written about,” or subjects that have already dominated the medial and
social consciousness in a way that makes us feel they are clichéd. However, we
cannot write enough about some of these painful cogs in the machineries of our
worlds both past and present. Guantanamo Bay is one of those cogs, a great
turner of shame and savagery. In this poem, the water becomes new, becomes more
than water, becomes both the weapon and the judge, the deliverer of cruelty but
also the only entity capable of compassion. The water becomes the thing we are
both afraid of and aspiring to be, as the water says in this letter:Strange,
isn't it? To be 58% a thing and yet recoil when you hear its rush—

The Selected Poems

First Prize: "Letter From the Water at Guantanamo Bay" by Sara
Brickman, Seattle, WA.

Sara receives $500,
free festival registration, and an invitation to read the winning poem at Split
This Rock Poetry Festival in April 2016.

Second Prize: "Being Called a Faggot While Walking the Road to Clemson,
South Carolina" by D. Gilson, Washington, D.C.

D. Gilson receives
$250 and free registration at the April 2016 Split This Rock Poetry
Festival.

Third Prize:"A Wet
Daydream" by Nadia Sheikh, Tallahassee, FL.

Nadia receieves $250
and free registration at the April 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.

FIRST PRIZE

Letter From the Water at Guantanamo Bay

--Sara Brickman

They do not want me to be a river, but I am unstoppable. I am the perfect instrument. Capableof every sound, but here the only sound you hear under me is No. Is, Please. The menin uniforms strap them to the wood and call it water-boarding, like drowning is an amusing summer sport. They hood them into darkness, and tilt their headsback, pour me up nose and throat until they can't breathe without sucking me in. Inside the prisoners' lungs, I see only panic,and mothers. The men in uniforms say they do this to get “the information.”I do not know what this “getting” means. I only know swallowand crush undertow and rip-tide. I have been the moon's wife, but here I taste of moldand rust. They line me upwith their scalpels, their chains, their American pop musicplayed all night to drive the men crazy, to get the informationI do not know what desperation feels likebut I imagine it is why the water in these men crawls out of their eyes to say hello Hello.Strange, isn't it? To be 58% a thing and yet recoil when you hear its rush—Don't you know this? Silly human with a dog-tag hanging round your neck,that you are made of me? Connected to all the humid rot in this dungeon air—how you make a puppet of the current in you, soldier.How fast you make an ocean into a gutter filled with blood and shit—looking for answers? Like you could find an oracle in more deathyou drainers of the heart. I made you.Do you think the first creature crawled out of me to invent torture?I understand why you do this. I know what it is to close your eyes and see only the thousands of deadsomeone has laid at your doorstep. You have filled me with shipwreck and slave-hold but stillyou holler bold with your proud, American heart and I wish I could stop flowing in you.Wish I could return to the clouds, to kiss the lightning with my wet throatbut I am locked in your muscle as you beat each man for praying in a language that lookslike waves. I have one muscle, and it wraps around the entire earth.It is a vengeful storm and I have learned from you how to cleave waves from the marrowhow to lick clean.

(Photo by: Samuel Eli Smith)

Sara Brickman is an author, performer, and activist from Ann Arbor, MI. The 2014 Ken Warfel Fellow for Poetry in Community, Sara is the winner of the 2014 Split This Rock Abortion Rights Poetry contest, the recipient of a grant from 4Culture, and an Artist Trust EDGE fellow. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Bestiary, Hoarse, The New, Alight, andthe anthology Courage: Daring Poems for Gutsy Girls. A teacher with Writers in the Schools, three-time member of the Seattle Poetry Slam Team, and the 2013 Rain City Women of the World Slam Champion, Sara has performed her work at venues across North America. She is the founder and curator of the living-room reading series The Hootenanny, which showcases groundbreaking writers and performers. She lives and writes in Seattle, WA.

SECOND PRIZE

Being Called a Faggot While Walking the Road to Clemson, South
Carolina

--D. Gilson

The honeysuckle dew
slick

& sweet this
morning

& only an empty
Wendy's cup

thrown to ditch

& the truck
passing

(& it is almost always

a truck) slows just

to roll down

the window & O

I wish they could
smell

this & O I wish

I could quit

them driving

so fast & missing

this honeysuckle, so
dew-

sweet this morning.

D. Gilson is the
author ofCrush(Punctum Books, 2014), with Will Stockton;Brit Lit(Sibling Rivalry, 2013);Catch &
Release(2012), winner of the
Robin Becker Prize; and a forthcoming essay collection,Learning to
Poem(Sibling Rivalry,
2015). He is a PhD candidate in American literature and cultural studies at The
George Washington University, and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in
PANK, The Indiana Review, and The Rumpus. Find D. atdgilson.com.

THIRD PRIZE

A Wet Daydream

--Nadia Sheikh

I let Shane Kennedy

reach back in his desk

to fondle my calf,

soft and buttery

after the first shave,

hoping he wouldn’t say

Moslem again,

wouldn't

ask, So your dad’s

a professional
terrorist?

I wish

I’d unstitched the
seams

of my skort, lured him

into a bathroom stall,

bit his lip ‘til he
bled

and had torn my shirt
off—

a ticking bomb
strapped

to my training bra—

and let him lick me,

made him swallow.

Nadia Sheikh is a
first-year MFA student at Florida State University, a rhyme enthusiast, a
waffle connoisseur, a human.

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